?WilliamEst Oneshots?

The stage lights cast a soft golden glow over the six young men standing at the center, their faces illuminated with a mix of joy and bittersweet emotion. Fans filled the venue, holding banners and light sticks, their cheers echoing like a comforting hum.

Tonight was a night of farewells. The final event for ThamePo, the drama that had brought them together, had reached its conclusion. William Jakrapatr, leader of Lykn and the heart of the show, stood with a microphone in hand. His usual bright, playful energy was subdued, replaced by something deeper. Beside him, Est Supha, his co-star and friend, stood with his hands clasped, eyes already glistening.

The rest of Lykn—Nut, Hong, Tui, and Lego—stood just behind them, their own emotions carefully kept in check. They all knew how much ThamePo had meant, not just to William and Est but to all of them.

William took a deep breath before speaking.

"ThamePo has been a journey none of us will forget. Playing Thame, bringing this story to life with Est as Po, was one of the greatest experiences of my life." His voice wavered slightly, and the crowd quieted.

Est turned his head slightly toward William, listening intently.

William smiled, his eyes locking onto Est’s. "ThamePo has ended," he said, his voice growing steadier, warmer. Then, with a mischievous yet heartfelt glint in his eyes, he added, "But WilliamEst has not."

The moment the words left his lips, the crowd erupted in screams. But Est—he couldn’t hold back anymore. His composure broke as tears spilled down his cheeks. He quickly turned away, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking.

William didn’t hesitate. In an instant, he pulled Est into a hug, one arm wrapped securely around his waist while the other pressed against his back.

“It’s okay,” William whispered, his voice gentle, filled with unspoken understanding.

Almost immediately, Nut, Hong, Tui, and Lego stepped forward, wrapping their arms around Est too, turning the embrace into a full-group hug. Their warmth surrounded him, offering silent support. The crowd cooed at the sight, feeling the raw sincerity of the moment.

Est sniffled against William’s shoulder, then let out a shaky laugh. “You always say things like that without warning,” he murmured, just loud enough for William to hear.

William chuckled. “Because it’s true.”

The hug lingered, none of them wanting to be the first to let go.

Because ThamePo may have ended.

But WilliamEst—whatever that meant—was only just beginning.